The Woman That You Pass By
My trade was old when the world was new, Ere the pyramids rose by the NileMen quitted their wives, and gave me their goods For the warmth of my kiss, and my smile.For never was wife who could hold her man By the honeymoon's afterglowDid I veil mine eyes and beckon to him, God's truth, and 'tis you...
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